Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.